Danny Phantom Ghost Planet Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading thus far! Dorin and the rest of the gang will be back in Phasma Phase 5 :D . The faces in the dark have all been unmasked, and the secretive Erian aka Elazar Ravante the Silver Tongue has gone to gods know where. Dorin, on the other hand, is much too busy having fun in the university to bother about such things. After all, there's so much he wants to learrn, even when he gets stuck inside the walled city during summer while his friends go home to visit their families.

The only thing that reminded Mark that he was looking at a robot was 2Pac’s gunmetal silver skin and his artificially glowing eyes. It was time to fight again, and Mark waited for the right time to press the Ghost Mode button on a touchscreen located on his suit’s hydraulic forearm, which would turn his body into a phantom for a few seconds using a quantum magnetic pulse. Mark waited for the right time to activate the Ghost Mode feature. His nerves misfired a little, but he tried to keep thinking about his son and how he was fighting for him.

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

“Hush now, angel. You’re safe. I’m not mad.” “Sorry.” She whispered. “I apologize. Concubi have nasty tempers.” I chuckled. “Is there anything else?” “Who is the Phantom?” Gunderson asked. “The Phantom is a prolific serial killer who’s been active for the last three years in the state. He kills trackers and hunters primarily, but has been known to take out guards from camps. No one knows who he is. Reports are different each time about his description. We’ve been trying to get him, but it’s nearly impossible. He’s careful and always deadly. No victim has ever been left alive.” Colin explained.

Archie sighed in disappointment, “Several people inside Glitch have Black armor.” The black suit guy then added, “Sir! Today in the Dominion Riots Center, someone broke the Android’s Stronghold record and secured the first position on the leaderboards.” “So?” “A group of people somehow managed to recover the recording of the battle and also posted it on the official forums. Jack and others have confirmed that he is the same guy that hijacked the hunt. His name is Phantom.“ A malicious grin appeared on his face. “Gotchu!! fucker!” “Good! Tell them to keep following him. I am gonna gouge his eyeballs and feed them to dogs.”

I held his eyes for a moment and shrugged again. “Am I supposed to panic? Knock yourself out. Not like you don’t know the story already, right? So? The coordinates?” He chuckled under his breath and made me turn to the table and pointed at the plot land map. “The iron thing checks. Now we gotta go check the other five.” His words felt like a slap in the back of my head. “Wait! Six coordinates, six stars, six ghosts. Too much of a—” “Holy shit! Three sixes like in 666? What the fuck’s going on here? Is it some kind of portal to hell?”

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

The Grand Hall vanished, replaced by the interior of my heart-chamber: a vast, vaulted cathedral of indigo quartz and copper rafters. The Phantom stood on a catwalk of blackened wire. She wore my face, but her eyes were twin voids of silver-gray smoke. In her hand, she held the Recycle Key—a jagged crystal of void-matter pulsing with a rhythm designed to trigger a planetary-scale detonation. If she plugged that key into my core, the geothermic magma would erupt. I would become the detonator for the entire Northern tectonic plate. "A redundant file," the Phantom whispered. Her voice echoed off the indigo walls. "Time to wipe the drive, Aria."